Van der Vaart was imagining himself to be the savior of the Dutch team and the hero of the Dutch, and that feeling made Van der Vaart climax before he scored.

However, a figure came out of the diagonal stab, and with the most ferocious tackle, he left the ball at Van der Vaart's feet, and at the same time, Van der Vaart mixed with the ball, and also flew far away, rolling several times and falling to the ground.

Van der Vaart was a little stunned, turned his head to look, but found that Ye Feng, who had completed the tackle, had quickly got up and rushed to the backfield of the Dutch team with the ball.

At this moment, the Football City Stadium couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamations, and the atmosphere suddenly went crazy.

Ye Feng's tackle is even more standard than the textbook, and it is even more classic!

Swift, sharp, accurate, with an indomitable domineering, as if no one can pass through an invisible barrier.

That's the power of defense, and the art!

At this moment, Ye Feng used his proudest defense to make fans all over the world cheer.

But in the next second, the situation on the field suddenly changed, as if a landslide and the ground cracked all of a sudden.

The fast break of the German team is coming!

The formation of high-pressure pressing means that the German team has no fewer players in the Dutch half than the Dutch backfield.

And at the moment when Ye Feng broke the ball, the high-pressure position immediately turned into a fast-attacking running position, as if a sharp blade was straight into the heart of the Dutch team.

The Dutch fans were already nervous and almost speechless, and the German team's fast attack had become their sharpest weapon, which was terrifying.

Play more and play less in the frontcourt!

Ye Feng sprinted quickly with the ball, and Bolt turned around and added the bonus of sonic dribbling, making his dribbling speed extremely terrifying, like a bolt of lightning that slashed into the Dutch team's penalty area.

Ballack was sprinting, Muller was sprinting, Gomez was sprinting, Reus was sprinting, tearing the Dutch defence apart.

The fast attack of the German team, like a thug, recklessly destroys everything in front of them.

The Dutch team no longer has a back to be the first line of defense!

Sneijder rushed in front, Van der Vaart had just been cut off, and although Engal had tried his best to chase back, the fast attack speed of the German team made him a little desperate.

Only the Dutch rearguard line was left to resist the attacks of the German thugs, and it appeared weak and stormy.

Mathieson stepped up and forced Ye Feng to defend against him, facing a full-fledged Ye Feng, he only hoped that he could stand in position, slow down the German team's offensive speed, and buy time for his teammates' replays.

However, Ye Feng didn't give Matthison a chance to stop him at all, after dialing the ball horizontally to Barak, Ye Feng's footsteps did not stop, and he passed by Matthison in an instant, and at the same time, Barak's pass had already appeared in front of Ye Feng, and the two guys with incomparable tacit understanding completed a classic two-on-one cooperation.

Ma Taisen turned around and wanted to pull Ye Feng, but because Ye Feng's explosive power was too strong, Ma Taisen's outstretched hand didn't hold Ye Feng at all, and dragged it into the air.

Looking at Ye Feng's resolute back in despair, this Dutch defender, who is only one word short of Tyson's name, does not have Tyson's never-give-up spirit, and the whole person is decadent.

Ye Feng obviously didn't care about the opponent's feelings, at this moment, he was more and more like a cold-blooded assassin, slowly pulled out his bloody long sword, and stabbed at the opponent with a piercing look in his eyes.

At the top of the penalty area, there are no Dutch defenders.

The last Dutch centre-back has been stuck behind Gomes.

Every grass and tree in the Dutch forbidden area clearly entered Ye Feng's sight.

Stekelenberg stood in front of the goal, his eyes focused, but his unnatural hand had fully exposed the panic in his heart;

Heitinga was stuck behind Gomez and couldn't stand up at all;

Van der Wiel did not dare to let Muller run around and followed the German team's-stirring sticks;

As for Van Bronckhorst, he was also tortured by the speed of the little rocket and was about to go crazy, and he was unable to go to the top of the arc of the penalty area to block Ye Feng;

At this moment, Ye Feng seemed to have returned to the extremely persistent appearance of long-range shooting when he just got the system!

At that time, as a defensive defender, he only had a long-range shot to threaten the opponent's goal, so he cherished it immensely.

In the bones of every professional player, there may be hidden offensive genes, and Ye Feng is no exception.

He is hungry to be a striker, to be in the limelight, to enjoy the thrill of scoring goals, and even more so to hear all the fans shouting his name after a goal.

Therefore, he will seize every opportunity and blast every opponent's goal with heavy artillery.

At that time, he was unusually simple and unusually persistent.

Although Ye Feng now has more and more offensive means, what he is most proud of is the long-range fire of heavy artillery.

In the World Cup final, the highest stage in the world, what Ye Feng expects most is to draw a successful end to his World Cup journey with a heavy cannon!

Therefore, in the incredible exclamations of all the fans, Ye Feng adjusted his steps and stretched his body so that he could exert his full strength, and his right foot raised high seemed to have a thousand powers!

The picture seemed to be still, time seemed to be frozen, and at that moment, the whole world seemed to be left with only the picture of Ye Feng slashing out his right foot.

In the next second, the ball left the ground, and the huge impact made it disappear as if it had disappeared without a trace.

When Stekelenberg judged the direction of Ye Feng's shot, he resolutely jumped sideways, his eyes were full of determination.

However, before the Dutch goalkeeper's body could fully stretch out, the ball had already appeared in the goal behind him, so abrupt and discordant.

Goal, scored!

At the moment when the ball flew into the goal, Ye Feng couldn't hold back any longer, standing in place, looking up to the sky and roaring, like a madman!

Brace!

Heavy artillery, blast the world open!

He was so excited!

He's so excited!

It felt like the destruction of the entire planet!

The entire Soccer City stadium boiled in an instant, and the tsunami swept through it like a tornado, and the high eye of the wind pierced the sky.

All the German fans were in a state of excitement, and at that moment, they had become the most excited people in the whole world.

The German players frantically pounced, pressed Ye Feng under them, and celebrated the goal excitedly.

"I knew you could!"

"Nima blew up!"

"Champion! Champion! ”

"You're unbelievable!"

"Can I call you God?"

......

Even though he was pressed to the bottom, Ye Feng still let out a roar, venting the excitement in his heart.

If possible, Ye Feng hopes that time will always stop at this moment!

He knows that there is no suspense in the game!

His eyes had involuntarily turned to the Hercules Cup on the sidelines, and he was reluctant to move away for a long time!

Just have to wait a little longer!

Wait a little longer!

I will lift the trophy with my own hands!

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